Listen to me.
Tip your fucking waitress/waiter, you fucking cumguzzling shitfaces. You slime sucking ball licking lowlife
peckerheads
If you tip below 15%, you should be ashamed of yourself. Go crawl into a hole and DIE DIE DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DIE BITCH DIE!!!
Who raised you to be a cheap bastard?!
For those of you who are dumb as shit, servers make about 2.13 an hour, regardless of the state they work in. We keep your drinks full, box up your nasty slimy leftovers, run back and forth bringing you mustard, ketchup, thousand island dressing, marinara sauce, wasabi, tomato slices, guacamole, whatever the fuck it is you want. We don't cook the food, but we get all the shit for the overcooked medium rare sirloin. We don't cook the food but we get all the shit for the 20 minut ticket time on a chicken salad sandwich. We don't cook the food, but we bring it to you with a smile, set it down in front of your fat face, and give you the benefit of the doubt with our kindness, sweetly waiting for fate to let us know whether we're going to be eating Ramen or sushi for dinner.
Tip your fucking waitress, because if you don't, it is guaranteed that she will remember (we have to survive), and all that stuff about spitting in your food, well just wait.
Tip your fucking waitress/waiter, you fucking cumguzzling shitfaces. You slime sucking ball licking lowlife
peckerheads
If you tip below 15%, you should be ashamed of yourself. Go crawl into a hole and DIE DIE DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DIE BITCH DIE!!!
Who raised you to be a cheap bastard?!
For those of you who are dumb as shit, servers make about 2.13 an hour, regardless of the state they work in. We keep your drinks full, box up your nasty slimy leftovers, run back and forth bringing you mustard, ketchup, thousand island dressing, marinara sauce, wasabi, tomato slices, guacamole, whatever the fuck it is you want. We don't cook the food, but we get all the shit for the overcooked medium rare sirloin. We don't cook the food but we get all the shit for the 20 minut ticket time on a chicken salad sandwich. We don't cook the food, but we bring it to you with a smile, set it down in front of your fat face, and give you the benefit of the doubt with our kindness, sweetly waiting for fate to let us know whether we're going to be eating Ramen or sushi for dinner.
Tip your fucking waitress, because if you don't, it is guaranteed that she will remember (we have to survive), and all that stuff about spitting in your food, well just wait.
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p.s. help convince D that we need to have a party at our house so that people can see our cool pad and i can meet people (read: girls).
p.p.s. you play music, so i'm assuming you know some musicians. i play guitar and bass and i'm good at it. i really, really, REALLY want to play in a band, but i'm new here and don't know a lot of people and the few musicans i've talked to just haven't panned out. what should i do? do you know anyone that needs another musician?
p.p.p.s i love your use of the word "assclowns."